“It Spread Its Wings”
I lost my Muse the other day
It just spread its wings and flew away
And I’m not quite sure where it did go
When it breached that vision of falling snow.
It has left before but it came back
With new ideas in its Ho-Bo’s sack.
New ideas and words of hope,
So, we began again in an effort to cope.
But this time’s different, don’t you know?
It breached that vision of falling snow,
It spread its wings and flew away.
Now I have nothing more to say.
D. Thurmond / JEF
01-08-2024
